The Swordsman's Cat ( Zoro X Reader)

Chapter 34 : Very Well

Chapter 34 : Very Well

Two years had passed since the war, and the scars of that battle had healed, leaving behind stories of resilience and hope. The room was bathed in soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow.

Stretching lazily, you noticed that Zoro wasn't in bed beside you. It wasn't unusual for him to rise early for his training, a habit he had maintained and even intensified during the two-year time skip. You could feel the residual warmth from where he had been lying, a silent reminder of his presence.

With a yawn, you decided to get up and start your day. You made your way to the bathroom and indulged in a refreshing shower, the warm water cascading over your skin. As you dried off, you couldn't help but glance at your reflection in the mirror.

You wore your everyday normal yukata, a beautiful ombre of black and white fabric with intricate golden flower and thread designs. It was a garment that had become a part of your identity, reflecting your connection to the world of One Piece. The yukata flowed gracefully around you as you examined yourself in the mirror.

In the two years that had passed, your body had matured into that of a beautiful, chubby, and curvy woman. Your upcoming 21st birthday was a testament to the passage of time, and you couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance you now bore to your mother. Your ten tails swayed elegantly behind you, and your feline ears twitched with a sense of satisfaction at how far you had come.

At first, you had felt slightly insecure about being on the chubbier side, but Zoro had a way of making you feel cherished and beautiful. His habit of pinching your fats or cuddling your tails had become a source of joy and affirmation, assuring you that he loved every inch of you.

You also couldn't help but notice how your hair had grown. It now cascaded down your back, reaching all the way to the back of your knees. Despite spending two years in the world of One Piece, you had never quite managed to learn the art of braiding your hair, leaving it to flow naturally.

With a mischievous grin, you decided it was time to call for Zoro. You took a deep breath and let out a resounding scream.

"Roronoa!" his name echoing through the castle. It was a sound that could rouse him from even the deepest of slumbers.

In less than a minute, the door to your room slammed open, and there stood Zoro, panting heavily, his eyes wide with concern. His dedication to your well-being was unwavering, and he would rush to your side at the slightest hint of distress.

You gave him a sweet smile, holding up a comb in your hand to show your intentions. It was time for him to brush your long hair, a ritual that had become a cherished part of your morning routine.

Within those two years, the routine had been established. Zoro would rise before dawn to engage in his rigorous training, honing his swordsmanship to new heights. Once he was done, and you had finished your shower, he would join you in the room to brush your hair. It was an intimate moment you both cherished.

The reason Zoro rushed over whenever you screamed in the morning was rooted in a past incident. There had been one fateful morning when he had forgotten to brush your hair, leading to your frustration. The unleashed power that followed had landed him on bedrest for a week, a lesson neither of you had forgotten.

"Listen here, Roronoa!" you exclaimed, your hands firmly planted on your hips as you stood before Zoro, your eyes narrowing with determination. The scene unfolded in the dining room during breakfast, and everyone present could sense the brewing storm.

"I don't ask for gold, jewels, or even money!" you continued, your voice firm and resolute. "All I ask is a simple request of brushing my hair every morning! If you can't do something as simple as that, I'll make sure to either drown you or burn you!"